When I have to do home work, I have discovered that it is so much easier to get it done, if I get my teacher to help me. Partly because getting help makes the result better, but also because if the teacher helped me and he criticizes the result, he sort of criticizes himself.
So I am one of those girls that call on the teacher a lot and stay after school to get my teacher to help me. I’ve also discovered that having a more personal relation to my teacher doesn’t hurt my grades and his flexibility.
One way to get the teacher to help me, is by asking him nicely. But I feel that’s not always enough. Some times I feel like I need to do a little extra. I don’t have much to offer him, so I try to make it interesting for him to help him, by offering him the only thing I got. Myself.
I must underline that he does not take the initiative to this – after he has helped me and said that he thinks my home work doesn’t need any more work, I usually begin to undress. It’s only fair that I show my appreciation somehow. He doesn’t get paid to stay after school, so it’s really nice of him to help me.
I’ve noticed that he is more helpful after I started doing this, because his help is more intense. It takes less time of actual home work before he says that he thinks it’s acceptable. I want to show my appreciation, but I don’t want to actually have sex with him. So a fair compromise is to suck his dick for while. He likes that and he has earned it.
Of course, when he has helped me with something more difficult or has been really generous with my grades, he deserves something extra. That’s only natural. Now, I still don’t want to have him actually fuck me – partly because I’m not ready to that, but mostly because I am not using any kind of birth control. How embarrassing it would be to get pregnant with my teacher.
Also, I think he would get mad at me, and that’s not the point. I want to reward him for his help. So when I have to give a little extra, I put a condom on his dick and lets him put it in my pussy. But with the condom, it’s not REALLY sex. It’s close, but his dick doesn’t actually touch my pussy at any point, so how could that really be sex if you think about it.
I had done this with him several times, but today was a bit different. I didn’t know why. He was fucking me … well not fucking … it’s not fucking when his dick is not touching my pussy – it’s not fucking when there’s a condom. Remember that. So he was … moving his dick in and out of me from behind, when we changed position and it started to feel really, really different – but good.
I was sitting on him, moving up and down on his dick. I guess it was just this position that was so much better. I somehow felt like I was much closer to him.
He really enjoyed it too. His sounds started to change. His breathing got heavier. So did mine.
After a while of this really amazing and exciting … moving about, he looked like he was going to come. I had seen that facial expression before, and soon after the condom was full of his man goo. Except … this time I sort of felt it. Was I imagining this? Had the experience made me image that I could feel the cum from his dick spray in my pussy. No, how could that be when he’s wearing a condom.
Oh no! It had happened. Cum was dripping out of my pussy. I had accidentally had real sex with my own teacher.
Was my teacher angry? Not really. He was quite calm. How could this have happened? The condom must have slipped off his cock without him noticing it. Now I understand why it felt so different all of a sudden. Perhaps it fell off when we changed positions. I was so scared. For days, even. Did I get pregnant? What would my class mates say?
Well, as it turned out, I didn’t get pregnant. In fact, I couldn’t forget how good it had felt to have REAL sex. It was so much better and it was only when I discovered that he was not using a condom, that I was scared. When I didn’t know, it just felt really good. So good that I had to try it again. So next time, when my teacher helped me with my home work, and I was going to reward him, I just didn’t mention anything about a condom – neither did he …